Day 51 - Deja vu ICU

Got up Tuesday and determined not to break my routine just because Mum was in ICU (I know how bloody determined is that!), I went for a quick 20 min powerwalk in the hot, windy conditions. By the time I got back home, I was sneezing and scratching and basically feeling totally overcome with hayfever. I wolfed down breaky, dosed up on anti-histamine and went over to my sister's to pick her up.

Luckily her lovely MIL (Mum in Law) had stayed over from the day before and was covering the fort along with my best mate. They are the official dream team. They even baked banana bread! Babysitters who bake! How amazing is that!

So my sis and I got to the hospital and rushed to ICU. As we got there the nurse said our brothers had just beat us and we would have to wait. They only allow 2 visitors at a time in ICU which is fair enough. Then soon enough, our brothers came out the door, lattes in hand and big grins on their faces. Mum was awake! And talking!

I went in to see Mum and she was smiling at me and I couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe she was back in ICU again! Dad explained to her what had happened and she could remember it all as he explained it. It was so good to hug her and hear her speak and see that she seemed to be fine mentally.

The nurse told me that she would be moved up to the neuro ward once they had a spot for her so we hung around for a while in the cafeteria downstairs till she was set up. My hayfever was getting worse and I went through a whole pack of handypack tissues. I was over it.

Finally Mum got a bed in the ward and we went to settle her in. And then you couldn't shut her up. She was telling every story she could think of whether it happened 20 years ago or yesterday. The nurse went through some medical history questions with Mum and Mum told her every little unrelated detail for each question. The nurse was lovely and thought Mum was quite a character. In the end I started answering for Mum. Mum got a little frustrated and thought we were all laughing at her but I said were not laughing at the content of what you're saying, were just laughing cos you are talking so much! Poor Mum, not talking for 24 hours meant she had heaps to say now that she could!

I was feeling totally knackered and my sis wanted to get home for the 6pm feed, so we left around 5ish. It was good to leave knowing that Mum was on the ward and doing well. Once I got home, the shock and subsequent relief of the last two days hit me and I kinda broke down. I went over to my sister's and had a good cry and a couple of beers with my BIL for his birthday. Then I felt really shit and went home around 9.30pm and got straight into bed.

Food:

Meal 1 - muesli with milk

Meal 2 - water
banana smoothie

Meal 3 - rye sandwich toasted with chicken, cheese, tomato and lettuce

Meal 4 - water
nuts

Meal 5 - thai beef noodles
crisps
2 coopers pale ale